Since knowing Tang Qianling's place of residence, Ye Yiren will go to Tang Qianling's house as long as they have time and accompany Tang Qianling.

Ye Yiren came out of the kitchen, holding the chicken soup she had just cooked, putting it on the coffee table in front of Tang Qianling, looking at Tang Qianling, and said with an expectant smile, "Mom, the chicken soup I made, you try it, how does it taste?" ”。

After speaking, Ye Yiren put down the chicken soup that was a little hot, because the chicken soup was a little hot, so Ye Yiren's fingers were also burned, and she took her fingers in front of her and blew them gently.

Seeing Ye Yiren blowing his hot hand, Tang Qianling hurriedly took Ye Yiren's hand and gently and carefully helped Ye Yiren blow it.

Watching Tang Qianling gently help herself blow her fingers, Ye Yiren only felt that her eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, she enjoyed this moment, she had a good time with Tang Qianling, because Tang Qianling's expression of helping her blow her hands was unusually gentle, and her face was full of maternal love, Tang Qianling, who helped her blow her fingers like this, seemed to have returned to many years ago, she was injured, and Jing Yan looked gentle and distressed to help her bandage.

Seeing the smile in Ye Yiren's eyes, Tang Qianling looked at Ye Yiren, twisted her eyebrows slightly, and said softly, "Since it's so hot, why don't you put it there and be cold, and take it out with your hands, and you're not afraid of being burned."

"Because this is the first time I've helped Mom cook chicken soup, I want Mom to try my craft soon?" This is the first time Ye Yiren has helped Tang Qianling cook chicken soup, so she hopes that Tang Qianling can taste her craftsmanship soon.

Hearing Ye Yiren's mother, Tang Qianling smiled at Ye Yiren lightly and helplessly, and said, "Yiren, I'm not your mother."

"No, you are my mother, I will never recognize the wrong person, although I don't know why you don't remember me, but it doesn't matter if you don't remember me, Mom, as long as you are by my side, it's fine" Ye Yiren looked at Tang Qianling with a smile and said happily.

Although she didn't know Jing Yan's name, why it was changed to Tang Qianling, and she didn't know why Tang Qianling lost her memory, Ye Yiren just knew that Tang Qianling was her mother, and she was the same person as Jing Yan.

Regardless of whether Tang Qianling admits it or not, in Ye Yiren's opinion, Tang Qianling is Jingyan.

"Yiren, I have a past, I'm really not your mother" Regarding Ye Yiren's persistence, Tang Qianling's tone became more and more helpless, "It's just that a few years ago, I had a car accident, so I don't remember those things in the past."

A few years ago, Tang Qianling had a car accident because of driving, so she had no memory, but she clearly knew that she was not Ye Yiren's mother, because this was her first time returning to China.

"It's okay, it just so happens that you don't have a daughter, so you treat me as your daughter" Ye Yiren smiled, she didn't mind Tang Qianling's words at all, Tang Qianling didn't have a daughter, so she could be regarded as a daughter, anyway, in her eyes, Tang Qianling is Jing Yan, Jing Yan is Tang Qianling, no matter which name Tang Qianling uses, she is also her mother.

Tang Qianling saw the persistence on Ye Yiren's face, and finally smiled, didn't say anything, and shook her head, "You."

Hearing Tang Qianling's words, Ye Yiren raised the corners of her mouth, she pushed the chicken soup that had been almost cooled into front of Tang Qianling, looking forward to speaking, "Mom, you can taste my craftsmanship, Mr. Gu said that my chicken soup is good."

Ye Yiren doesn't have many cooking skills, so she hopes to make the best chicken soup for Tang Qianling.

Seeing the anticipation in Ye Yiren's eyes, Tang Qianling smiled, she looked at the chicken soup in front of her, picked it up, and slowly drank it into her lips.

Ye Yiren's craftsmanship is very good, and it can also be seen that it is a soup that has been cooked with great care, and the chicken soup is drunk into her lips little by little, Tang Qianling is amazed, "According to the people, the cooking is very delicious."

"Mom, it's good if you like it" Ye Yiren said with a smile, she was really happy about Tang Qianling's praise.

"Of course I like it, your soup is much better than the soup made by Zhenghui" Scooping up a spoonful again and putting it in his mouth, Tang Qianling smiled and spoke.

Qi Zhenghui came in from outside the door, as soon as he entered the door, he smelled the fragrant smell of chicken soup, and saw the two mothers and daughters sitting on the sofa tasting chicken soup, Qi Zhenghui smiled and said, "Qianling, as soon as I entered the door, I heard you say bad things about me."

Ye Yiren turned her gaze and saw Qi Zhenghui coming in from outside the door, she smiled and said, "Uncle Qi."

Hearing Ye Yiren's words, Qi Zhenghui nodded towards Ye Yiren with a smile.

Seeing Qi Zhenghui coming over, Tang Qianling raised the corners of her mouth, put the bowl of half-drunk soup in her hand, put it on the coffee table, and said with a smile, "Zhenghui, how can I say bad things about you, I just said that Yiren's soup is better than your soup, what is this bad word."

"Is it really that good?" Hearing Tang Qianling's bad words, Qi Zhenghui opened his mouth curiously.

"Yes, I don't believe you can taste it" Tang Qianling picked up the bowl on the table again, looked at Qi Zhenghui and said with a smile, "You see I can't stop eating."

"Mother Xu, help me prepare a bowl, I want to try the craftsmanship of Yiren" Hearing Tang Qianling's words, Qi Zhenghui said to Mother Xu who was not far away.

Hearing Qi Zhenghui's words, Ye Yiren raised the corners of his mouth and laughed softly, "Uncle Qi, don't listen to your mother, she is talking nonsense."

"How can I say nonsense, Yiren, your soup is better than your Uncle Qi's cooking" Tang Qianling glanced at the smile on Ye Yiren's face and said affirmatively.

"No, I definitely have to try" Qi Zhenghui pouted his sleeves, and there was a look on his face that he wanted to try it to the end.

Seeing Qi Zhenghui's refusal to admit defeat, Ye Yiren smiled and said, "Uncle Qi, Mom, she just ate the chicken soup I made, and the first time she eats it, she will naturally have a sense of freshness, so she feels delicious, and you are a master of superb cooking, how can I compare with you."

Because Tang Qianling ate the chicken soup made by Ye Yiren for the first time, Tang Qianling felt that Ye Yiren's chicken soup was good, and Ye Yiren would never dare to compare with Qi Zhenghui for cooking.

Qi Zhenghui's cooking skills are definitely better than her, although they may not be as good as Gu Mufan, but Ye Yiren doesn't dare to compare her cooking skills with Qi Zhenghui, in her mind, Qi Zhenghui's cooking skills are very superb.

"You girl, the more you say I'm going to try" Qi Zhenghui smiled, took the chicken soup handed over by Xu's mother, scooped up a spoonful, Qi Zhenghui put it in his mouth, and after half a ring, he looked at Ye Yiren with admiration and said in surprise, "Yiren, it's really modest, Qianling said it is good, this chicken soup tastes really good, you can see that you have put a lot of thought into it."